Last night and today have been much, much better.  We co-slept last night because she has been SO extremely clingy (we haven’t shared a family bed since she was a infant, and even then it wasn’t often) and that proved to help let everyone rest better.  Plus, Savannah and I had just missed Mark very much since we hadn’t seen in him 24 hours.  Co-sleeping did wonders for us last night, but I will not make it a habit! After one dose of medicine and good rest, Savannah is already back to her happy, silly self. And dare I say…I feel human again as well?

Off to do some birthday party planning, cause yesterday? Marked exactly one month until she is two.  Which means it will fly by way too fast, so I must start planning.

Today has truly been one of those days. You know the kind. The lack of sleep, screaming baby kind of day. Oy.

It started yesterday (though, yesterday wasn’t a bad day) at 6am I get up for school, had classes all day, get home at 10pm. And, finally get to sleep at 11pm after a long 16 hour day.

Then the fun begins: 12:30am Savannah is crying for me. I can tell it’s going to be a rough night so I take my pillows with me hoping I can get away with just being in the same room as her while sleeping.  That’s a no go.  Savannah is clearly wide awake, full of snot and cannot breathe so she decides to talk. And talk and talk.  So I decide to put on Peter Pan in hopes that will keep her entertained while she couldn’t sleep, so that I could sleep.  Again, the girl wouldn’t stop talking and called me to get up every 5 minutes for one reason or another.

2 Disney movies and 5 hours later, I finally convince her to snuggle with me and she falls asleep. But then, her stopped up nose is making her snore and I still can’t sleep!  I move her back to her crib and we both (finally) rest until 7am.  So let’s tally up mommy’s sleep total, shall we?  3.5 hours. Folks, I do not do well with lack of sleep. At all (Just ask my husband). But, some how God is carrying me through with an unnatural strength and patience that I do not own (again, just ask my husband). I am certain of it.

So, we wake up and she realizes Daddy isn’t home and the scream fest begins.  Calling Daddy on the phone wasn’t good enough, nothing was.  She normally doesn’t act like this (plus she’d been complaining of her head hurting, wasn’t eating much, stuffy nose, etc.), so I locked myself away from her screaming noise and called the Dr. to make an appointment.  Here is where the skies turn sunny again: she was actually good at the doctor’s office (unlike past experiences).  Hurrah!  We discovered she not only is teething her last set of molars, but has a cold and ear infection.  My poor girl.

Anyways, it’s an amazing thing to start out a day so crappy and exhausted, but see handprints of God throughout your day to lift your spirits. And carry you through when your eyes are half shut. I think I’ll take a nap when she does though. Yes, I think I deserve it.

You know there is something wrong when I’m falling asleep on the couch at 5:15, with my crazy kid screaming around me, the TV on and other various music and conversations. I normally MUST have it dark and quiet, with a fan on to be able to sleep. And even then it takes me 30 to an hour before I can actually fall asleep.

So ya, I’m definitely sick now.  Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to be as bad as what Savannah had with a fever and nasty ooey gooey nose. But man, I just can’t wait to crawl into bed in, oh, about 5 minutes.

The good news is that I got a blog award today! Thank you Dusty at To the Moon and Back.

The Marie Antoinette- A Real Person Award. The rules for this award want you to reflect who awarded it to you, display the icon, and pass it along to seven (7) other bloggers.

I would like to pass it on to:

Jill at Live, Laugh, Blog

Lindsey at The R House

FireMom at Stop, Drop, and Blog

Victoria at Living the Dash

Mandy at MandyMom

I know it says to pass it on to 7 but my brain can’t think of anyone else at this time.  Pass it along folks! Just don’t pass on the cold I have with it.

Being sick is no fun. Unfortunately, 3 out of the 5 members of our household have had this stomach bug we’ve been passing around. Who wants to bet the other 2 will get it next? Hopefully not, if they’re lucky. And Savannah? Well she started with this stomach bug last week and now has a double ear infection. My poor, poor girl.

But I have to say, I’ve benefited a lot from Savannah being sick. I’ve been able to enjoy a lot of sweet moments with my snuggly little girl. I know the feeling. When I was sick yesterday I just wanted to snuggle and feel loved (and also not move any part of me cause that resulted in extreme nausea!). So, I’m glad that my little girl finds that trust and love in me so she comes to me for comfort.

There has been plenty of moments when rocking her to sleep she’ll reach her sweet little hand up and comb her fingers through my hair ever-so-gently. Or, she’ll giggle as I touch her eye as she points at mine (she loves learning about facial features!). Even at 4:30 am when she calls out for me to just hold her, I’m happy to oblige to her request (trust me, I wasn’t so happy about the wake up calls when she was an infant and I was completely sleep deprived). One early 4:30 morning she wanted to snuggle in the bed with me, which she hasn’t done since she was younger and we were still breastfeeding and we would drift off to sleep together. Now if you bring her to bed she thinks it play time, but that morning I soaked up that snuggle time like it used to be. Her Daddy was even jealous that I got that time with her!

This is what being a Mom is all about. And while having contracted the sickness myself has been no fun, it’s well worth it knowing that Savannah was and is taken care of. I used to not “get” how Mom’s could handle all the poop, puke, and other yucky stuff but I understand now. Sometimes you just do what you have to do. Why? Because you love them. And I do, I love Savannah with all my being and it is my joy to take care of her no matter what.

This is what being a Mom is all about. Gosh, I love her.

Well, the good news is that Savannah does not have the flu. Turns out it’s Roseola.  Today she seemed to feel much better, her appetite was back, and her fever was gone. And then I noticed a rash at bath time, which is exactly what the Dr. said would happen if it wasn’t the flu.  So, now she’s on the mend and we can be thankful that the whole house won’t be struck down with the flu!

Now the rest of my blog roll needs to get better!

Savannah is slowly getting better. Yesterday had it’s horrible, driving me insane moments. Sick baby = whiny baby. And that? Isn’t so much fun to listen to all day. And not to be able do simple tasks like eat, pee, and sit because she was glued to me the whole day and I had to be standing.

Thankfully, the fever seems to be gone today. But, as soon as pain medication wears off she gets whiny again, so I’m guessing she still feels achy and miserable on the inside. Poor girl. She did wake up a few times last night but get this…we all slept in until 8 am! Non-parents will not understand the true luxury of this. But for us? With a child who some times gets up at 4:00 am? 8 am is amazing.

And then. When Savannah went down for a 2 hour nap, Mark and I slept to! We’re all well rested today. It’s wonderful! And it feels so nice outside, like spring. See, I knew better days would come!

Also, if you’ve noticed I now have (tasteful) ads on the left from BlogherAds. I’m so, so excited about this! Part of the main reason I wanted to switch to my own website was to take advantage of their opportunity of putting up ads to make some kind of profit with this blog I love. Plus, I just love BlogHer and it’s a good way to promote it and other great bloggers! It’s an honor to be apart of such a great company, with other awesome bloggers and a great staff. Go check them out.

I made this for TopMomma.com for the fun of it.  I thought it was just plain cute (can the expressions and actions of my daughter get any cuter? Believe it or not, they can!). It may not make sense to any one but to me. But ya know, my whole motto here is that sanity is found in writing. So instead of yelling…go write (my husband is probably laughing at that, because I still manage to yell sometimes). Writing is my therapy.

That said, we got Savannah to the doctor this morning. She has bronchitis, poor girl. But now we’ve got antibiotics and (hallelujah) some cough medicine! So, she should be back to her normal, happy self soon.

School starts back tomorrow. I’m not ready to go back to the stressful world. Goodbye winter break. Hello spring semester.

Savannah is sick. Again. She was sick right around Christmas, got better and then *poof* out of no where she started coughing again last Friday/Saturday. Things have gotten miserable. Her nose runs non-stop. She has moments that she cries inconsolably and clings to Mommy or Daddy. She’s had a fever off and on (though, I think it’s been a few days). She wont eat some meals. She coughs in her sleep and wakes up a million times a night, and then decides it’s a good idea to wake up at 5am. And boy, does it hurt just to listen to her try to breathe while drinking a bottle. All that gunk up there sounds painful and there is only so much you can do with a nose sucker and a squirmy baby. Oh, and what’s REALLY great is that they took Infant Tylenol Cough and Cold medicine off the shelf. Now tell me, when YOU have a cold/cough/sinus issues don’t you just feel awful without taking something? How do you think this little infant feels?  Miserable? Bingo. It breaks my mommy heart.

I’m going to make an appointment for her tomorrow, surely there is some cough medicine in this city that the Dr. can give her. If we could all just learn to dose it correctly, there wouldn’t be an issue. (End rant about the recall.)

Well, the one good thing about having a stuffy nose?

I can’t smell Savannah’s nasty diapers!

I’m sick. My nose is all stuffy, yet runny at the same time. I have so much pressure in my head. My throat is filled with gunk. It hurts to breathe in my irritated nose. Colds in the summer just do not make sense to me!

Last week everyone else in the household was sick, except me and the Grandpa. Savannah, Mark and Grandma (since we live with my in-laws for now) were the sniffing ones . I thought I wouldn’t get it. I thought, since I went through last week and into this week feeling fine, I was in the clear. Nope.

Apparently God spaced it out so that I could take care of my sick babies (ya know, the husband and the 6 month old. Which one was more pitiful? Hint: Not the baby!) and not feel like poo myself. Well, now that they are all better, it’s their turn to take care of me. Oh wait, it doesn’t work like that!

I stuck it out through my 12 hour, yes TWELVE hour, school day yesterday. I stuck it out when Savannah got up at 5am wanting to play, and again at 7am.

That’s just what we do. Mommy hood makes you tough.